I’ve just travelled back from the UK today, and during my journey I read an article that made me sit up and take notice. It’s the story about a teenage girl, Gemma Barker, who created three separate male aliases in order to dupe her female friends in to sexual relationships with her. She had made enormous efforts to develop and maintain these aliases. She succeeded so well, in fact, that not only the victims but also their families were fooled in to believing that Gemma was a boy. Whilst it’s claimed that she suffers from autism spectrum disorder and ADHD, the judge still called her “Cunning and deceptive” and the report states that she showed no remorse when handed her sentence. Ring any bells?
The thing that really struck me, though, was a quote from one of her victims who was 15 or 16 at the time. Gemma was 18, so legally an adult. Saying that she felt “repulsed and dirty” after learning that the boy she loved was actually her female friend, the victim goes on to say
“Nobody understands what it’s like to be told that the person you love and want to spend the rest of your life with isn’t real. It’s like you have disappeared. I just want to stop hurting” She also asks the poignant rhetorical question I know many of us will have asked ourselves: “What did I ever do wrong to you?”
It’s heart-breaking isn’t it? The shame of deception runs deep. Left untreated it can grow, multiplying like a cancer in the soul of those whose only crime was to love someone else. People who trusted what they were being shown, and treated the other person with care and compassion — while the other person just looked on and laughed. While in some cases there may not be any physical scars, the emotional and spiritual damage hits hard in every case. It is far more damaging — and can last so much longer.
I would have hoped that in this day and age, perhaps there might be a little more understanding and compassion for people who have been duped. After all, there are plenty of stories. Accounts from people who have been deliberately deceived and misled. People who, like us, gave all we had to people we believed and loved with all our heart.
You know what, though? Reading through some of the comments that have appeared online after the article, I am disheartened that so many still seem more focused on blaming the ”˜stupidity’ of the victims, or urging us to ”˜take pity’ on the person who deceived the girls. For many people, I know it may seem hard, almost impossible to believe that someone can get away with such a deception. But for those of us who’ve been there, once we work through the pain and shame, we know we were not to blame! We know we were not stupid, gullible, needy, blind or any of the other stinging veiled questions that stab at our soul as we try to make sense of what has happened.
It’s not just deception in romantic love that causes the pain. The hurt of betrayal can hit just as hard when it’s about relationships of trust between friends and family, or perhaps misguided loyalty to bosses or colleagues. Whatever the connection, when hit with the cold hard truth, the horror can be almost overwhelming.
And”¦ in the same way that I had absolutely no comprehension of these sorts of behaviors before it happened to me, I guess the question is how on earth can we reasonably expect other people who haven’t ”˜been there themselves’ to have any level of understanding? Well? It’s a reasonable question”¦. But then, in recent times I”˜ve realized that our natural propensity to be reasonable and understanding is just another of the ways people are exploited while predators continue to thrive. It’s by thinking “Oh, they’re just under pressure!” “Well, you know, we all make mistakes!” or “It’s ok, I know they didn’t really mean it — I won’t say anything it’s not that important” that the abuse is allowed to continue, right under the noses of ”˜reasonable’ people who just can’t begin to comprehend that the attacks are deliberate!
It’s the same reasonable, caring approach by ”˜normal’ people that keeps these heartless creatures free to continue what they are doing. It’s also the thing that hurts the victim time and time and time again — because there is no reason behind why these predators do the things they do. There is no explanation. They’re just like that — and they’re darned skilled at what they do. And that’s all there is to it.
So, these days I’m becoming stronger and more determined in what I am now beginning to see as a crusade to educate and help others. Yes, the numerous judgments and barbed comments from people who don’t know what they’re talking about can grate and often rattle me. But you know what? I’ve also decided that there is little or no point in getting frustrated at those people. It’s fair to say that we don’t know what we don’t know”¦. It’s also fair to say that I now have an unreasonable passion to do something about it whenever I come across a situation where people are being hurt and the perpetrators are getting away with it. I’m determined to help people remove their blinkers and recognize that yes, there is such a thing as ”˜bad people’ who live among us. It’s tough. Because it means inviting people to consider that they have been conned. That they, too, have been taken in by someone who tells lies as easily and effortlessly as you and I breathe.
The more I get to understand this subject, the more I believe that the self-righteous outpouring from people who have never been in that situation, stems from fear. The fear that perhaps, in the same shoes, they may not be quite so streetwise as they’d like to think. Perhaps they are not as invincible to the surgically accurate deceptions of a person who does not have the same emotional wiring as we do. A bit like children hiding under the covers when they’re afraid, it’s a good short-term fix but it doesn’t get rid of the bogeyman!
The thing is, though, hiding away or going in to denial will never get rid of the bogeymen — or women. All of us here know that from our own experiences. I’m determined to do all I can to ensure that ”˜first hand experience’ does not remain the only way to be certain that the person who is causing the harm is usually a harmful person. I know there’s a long road ahead — I also know it’s a road that’s well worth travelling.
joss,
What you are describing is classic sociopathic manipulation, and the fallout from classic sociopathic manipulation. It is exactly what I talk about in “Red Flags of Love Fraud,” which is based on the experiences of thousands of Lovefraud readers. You might want to get it – it will help you understand that yes, you have been targeted by a sociopath.
http://www.lovefraud.com/blog/books/red-flags-of-love-fraud/
Truthspeak,
I think one of the worst things we lose is the ability to trust OURSELVES to tell when someone is real or not. It takes time to finally come to terms with that.
Learning those RED FLAGS and HONORING THEM is the key to it.
Donna’s book (I’ve read it) is fabulous in pointing out the red flags and the thing is that it doesn’t matter if it is a love relationship or a business relationship the RED FLAGS are pretty much the same. The lies, the love bomb, the gaslighting, and so on. EDUCATING ourselves is ARMING ourselves, and when we are fully educated and armed then we can be pretty confident we will not be taken in by the first psychopath down the pike!
Well, Truthspeak, my good luck is that God sends me the “trainee” spaths. Their act is so inept that I’d have to be brain-dead to buy it. Love bombing? Hardly. Just cheesy remarks like, “I’m worried about you.”
Here’s how it ends:
So last night he calls while I’m on the phone with someone else, and keeps trying to ring through every minute or so. I finally get off the phone and call him back, and tell him I didn’t want to hear from him anymore.
That’s when I got GASLIT while trying to tell him I didn’t like the gaslighting. LOL.
He hung up the phone, and then called back 5 or 10 minutes later to say, “What happened to the phone?!” — as if to accuse me of hanging up on him. Guilt! (We feel shame about being duped, but perhaps also guilt when not allowing ourselves to be duped.)
So he’s gone. Bye. Don’t let the doorknob hit ya where the Good Lord split ya.
I wasn’t feeling a thing through the whole “relationship,” if you want to call it that. Because here was this guy being reasonably nice to me (again, not out of normal range), and I wasn’t that attracted to him. Why do nice guys always finish last? Because guilt isn’t exactly sexy. Lesson learned: If you’re not attracted, that could also be a red flag — if it makes you feel guilty. I previous experienced it the other way: spaths as seductive, sexy people I couldn’t resist. Given those contradictory signals, I can understand why we no longer trust our own radars.
It’s still possible for people with good self-esteem to get so confused around this that they don’t know which way to run: toward attractive people or away from them; toward people they can wait to connect with in a reasonable way or away from them.
Y’know, Ox Drover, the strange truth is, I was duped in the opposite way: Not by falling head-over-heels for this guy, but being cautious. He used my caution itself as a weapon against me, by converting it to guilt.
If you don’t fall for it, they’ll make you feel guilty for not falling for it! And if they can make up things you said you’d do, and didn’t do — gaslighting — that just adds to the guilt. (Why didn’t I call when I said I would?) He even tried to make me feel guilty, crazy, about asking him to get lost.
High-self-esteem people can be clobbered with guilt over being such high-self-esteem people. We’re supposedly “mean.”
Guilt, guilt, guilt.
Sister, yep, that is so true. GUILT…..wanna bet though that he will be back? I bettya he will call again. They do not like to lose. LOL
He’s my worst nightmare actually! I would be curious what he was in prison for but just because I am CURIOUS—and you know what it got the cat! LOL
I’m not thinking about him calling back, because I don’t want it to happen. (I have this theory about our obsessions coming true.)
But he probably will call again.
And I’ll just tell him not to, again.
If he persists, I’ll have his phone number traced and get the police involved.
I’m that “mean.” Unreasonable. A real diva, I am. And I like myself that way.
Speaking of guilt . . .
The latest news is, my sister is engaged. She’s the original spath in my life, and will soon be the next spath in this poor sap’s life. Guilt is her basic m.o.
Would I warn him? Not at all.
She used to be my problem, now she’s his. Happy trails, fella!
Sister Sister, I hope you find some other source of entertainment besides this lawyer convict. You can do a lot better. Go read books at the library or something, please. Avoid the pain.
I am indeed feeling such SHAME about my relationship with my spath. I mean, I did see red flags, but I was too trusting. I had no idea he was POISONING ME WITH HIS LIES. And the same turns into guilt. I can’t believe I bought his shit, and I stole time from my children to be with him. Loser.
And then I struggle with ANGER. How dare he lie to me like that, and abuse me like that?
And I’m pissed off at myself. Christ all mighty. Why didn’t I see it and RUN? Do I like SELF SABBOTAGE?
I know, I just need to breathe, but holy cow this is painful.
Athena
Sister-sister, GOOD FOR YOU!!! But, when he calls again, don’t even answer! He already knows that you don’t want to hear from him – any contact is bad contact, even if it’s to warn him off. Let him stew in his own cesspool!
Callmeathena, everything that you’re feeling is “normal” when we’ve begun to emerge. For me, strong counseling has been priceless – my therapist has been no-nonsense and has helped me to see that a sociopath is a sociopath is a sociopath. With looking back and damning ourselves for not paying heed to the “red flags,” we are giving in to the sociopathic setup of “it’s your own fault for trusting ANYone….”
The anger can be very productive, Athena – turn that anger into journaling, if you can. And, I don’t mean typing away on the computer. I’m talking about getting a pen and notebook and physically engaging in the process of recording rants, raves, anger, and outrage. This has helped me to a point that I never believed possible. I was NEVER a “Dear Diary, today I had bread pudding” type of person. Why record the mundane? BUT….getting out that fury, that rage, that righteous indignation on paper with a pen held in our own hand is ultra-cathartic and oh-so-valuable therapy.
And, yeah….it’s painful. But, the burned hand teaches about the hot stove.
Blessings to all.
OxD, the trust issues that result from a socipathic encounter can be epic. And, it is my honest belief that the shame and guilt that we end up feeling is misplaced and part of the whole spath experience.
We really, REALLY need to be kind to ourselves and to just accept that nothing that we can do will alter our experiences – it’s just time to learn and grow.
HUGS to you…